Sadly, there are individuals in this world (both BIG and small) who derive satisfaction from spoiling other people's joy.

Children learn the 'art of disbelief' from adults.

And adults stop believing in magic when they disconnect from their inner child and put their grownup mask on.

I'm here to tell you that Santa Claus is real. And so is the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy.

At the ripe age of 40. I still BELIEVE in Santa. And you should too, whether you're 10, 15, 21 or 50.

If you believe it in your mind -- it's REAL.

As Albert Einstein said: 'Imagination is more important than knowledge."

Whilst reading a book of essays by Einstein. I was relieved to find a kindred spirit within the pages.

Einstein lived in his imagination. His essays were written very simply. He was connected to his inner child up until his death.​

Every day I get up and skip into the magical world that is my imagination.

My entire life is spent being VULNERABLE and playing.

Other adults find my vulnerability CONFRONTING. Because it's something they've lost. People often say to me 'You're very childlike'. And I feel like responding: 'You're very adult."​I've never felt the need to adult.

Adulting is a lost concept to me -- it's an early death.

Charles Bukowski said: "At the age of 25 most people are finished." He was right, most people are dead before they're dead.

But if I can give you one piece of advice: " Keep believing".

Believe in magic. Believe in dreams. Believe in the impossible. Believe in the wisdom of your heart. BELIEVE IN YOURSELF.

BELIEVE IN SANTA.​

Childhood is precious.

Soon you'll grow up and you'll be pressured to adult.

They will try to enslave you. They will try to rob you of your joy. And you're going to have to fight.

I fight every day.

I fight the evility that tries to steal my joy. I fight the monsters who try to burn me down. I fight my critics. I fight conventionality. I fight for my freedom. I fight myself.